My bed time has been somehow displaced forward. 2000 hrs I start to feel drowsy and by 2030 I would be automatically hauled into dreamland. Then I wake up at some 0300 hours and start to worry about the days ahead. Stare into the blank ceiling and contemplate my fate. Sigh.
For some reason, my life is so meaningless that I spend my nights watching television. Oh! Don't die of shock! I finally managed to get my lazy ass across the corridor to next door, mount the bed, and start absorbing the colorful pictures on that little dusty screen which I hardly ever touch. And surprise of the day! I watched Singapore Idol.
I don't normally keep up to date with such shows. Stage one is more often than not-funny. Then it gets serious. Gets all complicated with all the emotional rampage. People begging for a second chance. Whoo, on television. Do they actually know they're being filmed. This show is not as simple as it seems. Not a simple sing and win it kind of show. Just like why we watch drama, we love watching people cry. Then we use our empathy to simulate, to engage in somesort of virtual experience whereby we get half of the experience points (woot! or actually maybe not) People crave for emotional drama. If this show simply presented people singing over and over again, then release the results in a very non exciting manner, would people bother to watchat all. It was the drama over the music (if even existant). The conflict, the emotional turmoil, the empathy we have to exercise, the study of an array of personalities presented right infront of us. We get to see people chase their dreams, fail, cry on national tv and we're satisfied?
Is it better to have unrealistic dreams, or have none?
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